Chapter One: Welcome to My Life

My names Jasper Whitlock and I live with my two little siblings Jason and Bella. Oh, and the scum that we are forced to call our father, Phil. Well, at least Jason and Bella's father. You see I'm not Phil's son, my dad was Major Alex Whitlock and he died when I was seven years old in the line of fire. When I was nine, my mother Renee met Phil Dwyer and within a few months my mom was pregnant and getting married. Nine months later, Jason Ewing Dwyer was born.

In the beginning, life was fine. Phil would always play baseball with me and treat me no differently then he treated Jason. My mom would always read me bedtime stories and by the time Jason learned to walk, we would always go to the park to feed the ducks. I never thought of Phil has a bad man, sure he was strict on Jason and I as we grow up and would ground us, but he never laid a hand on us before.

Five years had passed, and my parents began arguing a lot about not having enough money and Phil was always telling mom no, that we can't afford it. I always brushed it aside, thinking that they were talking about the move to Forks, Washington but turns out they were talking about having another child. You see, my mom just found out she was pregnant and Phil wanted her to get rid of the child. My mom, being the sweet heart that she was, would never have the heart to do that to a living soul and my parents began to fight. My mother began working as a waitress in order to bring home extra money while Phil began drinking away any extra money my mother made. After three months of this, my mom packet our bags and moved us into her Brother Charlie's house in Forks.

By the time the baby was ready to be born, Phil showed up on Charlie's door step swearing that he loved his sister and us kids and how he was just stressed and worried about money. Charlie offer Phil a job as one of his Deputies and offered him to live with us if my mom allowed. My mother agreed because she loved him, and within a few weeks Isabella Marie Swan-Dwyer was born. My mom felt it was only fair to use her maiden name as a thank you to Uncle Charlie for all he had done to help us.

Myself, I was over the hill with joy that my baby sister was born. Yes I love Jason or Jed as we call him, but my baby sister had me wrapped around her finger the moment I looked into her chocolate brown eyes. She was truly beautiful, looking like mom but got Grandpa Swan and Charlie's milky brown eyes instead of the blue that Jed, mom, and I share.

Things were fine, for awhile, mom worked as a waitress at the Lodge while Phil kept his job with Charlie. I even began being friends with the Cullen's that just moved to town and secretly had a bit of a crush on Alice Cullen. I don't know what it was; maybe it was the fact that she like her family was amazingly beautiful or just how her golden eyes seemed to darken whenever she was near me. But everyday I fell more in love with her. And the weird thing is, I have this funny feeling that both she and her brother Edward know that I think I love her. As for the rest of the family, they enjoyed having me over and Esme was always offering for Jason and Bella to come over as well. Rosalie couldn't get over how cute Bella was and Emmett and Edward loved playing football with my five year old brother.

By the time Bella turned one, however, the Cullen's had moved to Alaska because Carlisle was offered a position as the Chief of Medicine. To say I was depressed was an understatement, I felt catatonic like a part of my soul was missing. Jed missed the Cullen's as well especially Emmett and Edward while Bella remain oblivious to what was happening.

As the time progressed, my parents began to argue again and Phil soon began getting violent. It was the summer before junior year that Phil began hitting my mom and me. During these times, I would make sure that my two year old and seven year old siblings were locked in my room so that they could not be harmed.

A week before school started, Charlie took my mom out for a drive after I told him that mom and dad we arguing again. I just couldn't tell my hero of the abuse that this man was inflicting on his family, it would kill him. While they were out, I bathed Bella and Jed and just finished putting Bella down for the night when Phil came in throwing everything within reach and screaming that it was my fault. I quickly grabbed my sister and handed her to Jed after telling Jed to go to my room and lock the door with me on his tail and Bella crying about being woken up.

After I was sure the door locked, I ran down stairs to meet my match. Phil had a glazed look in his eyes and grabbed me by the shirt and started hitting me telling me it was my fault that he had to do this. After a good two hours of a non stop beating Phil grabbed his keys and left, and I was met by darkness.

When I woke up, I when to the bathroom to see the damage and almost fainted when I saw all the blood on my clothes and face. I washed the blood off in the shower so that I didn't scare Jed and Bella and grabbed a spare pair of clothes that I hid in the bathroom for such an occasion. I then went to my room knocking three times on my door all while telling Jed it was me.

When Jed opened the door, Bella ran over to me and started hugging my leg; while Jed was looking at me with such confusion. The poor kid didn't understand why his daddy was always hitting me and his mommy while Bella was simply scared from all the screaming that comes for down stairs. It's understandable, she's only two, and doesn't know enough to piece together my 'owies' as she calls them and the yelling to which I am relieved about. I don't want her to know what kind of monster her daddy is, because unlike Jed, she doesn't live in fear of what is happening. All she has to worry about is what to play and when it was time to eat. Me, I had to worry about when my sick bastard of a step father would lay his hands on one of my siblings.